"Are you always treating me as a second?" Hao Yunyang turned his head, glanced at the boss with a rich expression, and curled his lips: "Four hundred yuan, add a SIM card and fifty yuan phone bill."

"This is too low, add a little more." Hao Yunyang's boss was stunned. He shuddered and said, "I can't even get the cost of 400 yuan, and I also add 50 yuan and a SIM card..."

"Who, I'll go to another house to see it." Hao Yunyang waved his hand and put his hands in his pockets. Although he was still wearing the eye-catching work clothes, he had a little bit of a chic spirit to travel around the world.

"Come back, I'll give it to you!" After walking three steps, the boss didn't speak. When Hao Yunyang's leg had already stepped out of the store, the boss sighed and lost: "I tell you, if you didn't see that you are really a young man, I wouldn't sell it even if it's 400 yuan, even if it's broken in the store, I can't choose a fifty-yuan phone fee and SIM card anymore. Just take one, what's the number, right?"

"Yes." Hao Yunyang has never been too picky about mobile phone numbers. As long as it can be opened, it doesn't matter if he has a number four? Besides, this number four is pronounced with music pronunciation, which is also called sending!

After taking the phone and fiddling with it in his hand, he took two unreal photos at the door of the mobile phone store. Only then did Hao Yunyang pull out one of the SIM cards taken out by the boss, and then continued to fiddle with the phone without even looking at it.

Although the mobile phone cannot be called, it has a complete range of functions, or in Hao Yunyang's eyes, he has all the necessary ones. Anyway, he uses his mobile phone to make phone calls and send text messages, and even QQ is rarely logged in. Although the monthly traffic package is only two yuan, in the mentality of saving one point is one point, Hao Yunyang usually logs in with a colleague's mobile phone.

In his words, this is not called stingy, this is called diligence and thrift, this is called family management!

"13634209194." The boss took the SIM card that Hao Yunyang pulled out and looked at it. He reported the number casually. Hao Yunyang just nodded and continued to fiddler with his phone.

"It costs 400 yuan, and the phone bill is 50 yuan. You can have a card. You can call 10086 and check it yourself. The card has a three-month business trial. There is no charge during the trial period. If you don't cancel it in three months, you will have to charge." The boss chattered like a little bird, but Hao Yunyang ignored him like a child who could have a toy and was playing with a gluttonous snake with his mobile phone.

"Let's come next time!" The boss, who had been complaining about losing money before, shouted after Hao Yunyang gave the money and walked to the door with his cell phone in his hand. Hao Yunyang smiled and said, "This is a scene. Even if someone who may never have any contact in his life, he still needs falsehood in his face, and there is no need to make a fuck."

"As long as I find my girlfriend and get married and have children smoothly, I will never change this mobile phone card in my life." Hao Yunyang had headsets stuffed in his ears. He listened to Yijianmei, the phone came with his own, and said in his heart: "If the phone can't break, I won't change it as long as it can be used. I will keep the money to buy a good one for my sister! Well, my dad's phone is not good anymore, so I will buy one for my dad..."

On the way back to the hotel, Hao Yunyang was thinking about something in his mind. If he suddenly got a fortune, how should he spend the money?

First, I pushed down the old house at home and built a new one for my sister to marry after college. Then I married my wife and produced a few fat kids to pass on the family line for the old Hao family. I helped my parents to enjoy the blessings. If I had to have the money left, I would keep it in the bank for interest, and this would be the case in my life.

Hao Yunyang is just a migrant worker who came out of small places. Villa sports cars are out of reach for him. To be more realistic, and to be more realistic, in the end, he realized that even if he gave him ten million, he could not think of how to spend it!

Is this honesty or sad?

Shaking his head, he threw out all the random thoughts in his mind. Looking at the magnificent hotel gate, Hao Yunyang sighed: "Be realistic, you will only have this little future in this life..."

"Manager, I bought my phone." After entering the hotel, it was 1:00 pm, and it happened to be the time for the employees to get off work. He smiled and greeted his colleagues one by one. Hao Yunyang knocked on the door of the manager's office three times and pressed the lock handle: "I..."

"Did anyone let you in?" A man, a fat man with big ears and three layers of flesh on the back of his neck, a man with wide eyes staring at Hao Yunyang fiercely: "Do you understand the rules!"

Seeing this man, Hao Yunyang called out a bad heart in his heart, but smiled at the right time on his face, and kept nodding and apologizing: "General Manager, I'm sorry, I don't know you're inside."

"What? You can come and go freely if I am not here, right?" The fat man, the big boss and general manager of this hotel, looked at the smile on Hao Yunyang's face, and the fat man felt anger in no time, and his tone was not kind: "What are you doing here?!"

"Well, I want to move to the dormitory and come to the manager to get a note." Hao Yunyang continued to smile apologized, and glanced at the manager's collapsed face from the corner of his eyes. He probably was scolded by the boss.

"..." Until Hao Yunyang carefully took the note from the manager, left his mobile phone number, picked up his suitcase and turned away, the general manager did not say another word, but judging from his gloomy face, something seemed to have happened that made him very angry.

Hao Yunyang didn't have the time to guess why the general manager was angry. It was not something that he could interfere with, so he gently closed the office door again. After breathing a sigh of relief, he planned to go to the dormitory to find his own bed.

Hiddenly, Hao Yunyang also heard the angry voice of the general manager penetrated the walls and doors, and penetrated into his ears, as if he was talking about some woman or bitch, and if he caught her, he would chop her up and feed her to the dog.

"The world of rich people is so strange." Hao Yunyang raised his lips: "Today, women will be sports cars tomorrow, women, is it really that important?"

Is it important? Isn't it important? Anyway, Hao Yunyang thinks that he can live without women. Perhaps that young love, or almost distorted love, did not really make him taste the taste of love between men and women. Rich men will become bad. This sentence makes sense. Therefore, a man without money, just like Hao Yunyang, wants to become bad, he doesn't have the capital!

The person who was in charge of the hotel staff dormitory was an old man in his sixties who liked to smoke hibiscus cigarettes that cost two yuan a pack. His clothes and pants were light gray, very thin, and his wrinkled face always showed seriousness. People who walked back and forth from the dormitory building were extremely awkward by his turbid but squinted eyes. The old man was a very conscientious security guard, although he had one leg missing.

"Third Floor." The old man didn't say much. Even though Hao Yunyang smiled and froze, he wanted to get close to the old man's condom. After that, the old man was very dull, or cold.

"Thank you, uncle!" Hao Yunyang grinded for three minutes, and the old man said two words, retreated helplessly, said thanking, turned his head and went upstairs. The old man continued to sit on a creaking bamboo chair, smoking hibiscus smoke, and a pair of crutches beside him. A black cat who was dozing off at his feet was lying on his feet.

"This is the dormitory." Hao Yunyang pushed open the 303 dormitory on the third floor, and what came towards him was a sour and smelly smell. The smell emitted by shoes and socks mixed into a disgusting smell.

I stood at the door with my suitcase and glanced around. The dormitory was not big, only more than ten square meters, and there were four wooden beds on both upper and lower floors. There were only two of them with bedding and pillows. The rest were piled with toiletries and some luggage.

I found my bed according to the number on the note, which was the bed on the inside and right side of the door.

After tidying up briefly, taking out the bedding and sheets from the suitcase and laying it out, Hao Yunyang sat on the edge of the bed and took out his cell phone. He was stunned for ten seconds before slapping his forehead hard: "Damn, the phone number is gone!"

Anyone who buys a new phone will have a new period of time. Hao Yunyang is the case. Looking at the empty phone book, Hao Yunyang struggled for three minutes before he was blessed to his heart. He pressed a set of numbers by a devil: 13634209194. Well, this is his own new number...

"Beep." A beep made Hao Yunyang open his mouth wide. What's wrong, could the high-tech mobile phones nowadays be enough to use the same number to match them?!

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